"Kingdom of Disorder," Fourth Layer Space. Nimrod leaned back against the Throne and looked down upon Zadkiel, Chapter Master of the Word Bearers' Scions of the Quill.
"My lord." Zadkiel held up a Chainaxe in both hands and presented it to the Black Emperor.
"The Brass Tooth was once Angron's weapon. He gave it to Father as a symbol of our alliance."
Nimrod knew that Lorgar Aurelian was one of the few Primarchs who genuinely cared about Angron, who was seen as little more than a beast. It was simply that Lorgar cared in his own way.
Just as self-absorbed as when he had endlessly and fanatically preached about faith before the War Council and the other Primarchs.
Angron's attitude toward Lorgar was second only to his loyalty to Horus. He would seriously consider Lorgar's advice.
"Father gave it to me."
With a beckoning gesture from Nimrod, the massive axe of obsidian and brass flew into his hand.
Its teeth were forged from gleaming obsidian, while its haft was wrapped in ugly lizard hide.
Nimrod knew that this brutal weapon had been forged before Angron took up his current two Chainaxes—Blood Father and Blood Child. It was a symbol of his ruthlessness.
It had taken the head of the Skandaraen xenos queen and carved a bloody path through the Ork hordes of Pasiphae's destroyer king.
A savage world filled with tribal madmen had once resisted the Imperial Truth, but after seeing the Brass Tooth in Angron's hand, it abandoned resistance and submitted to him.
Angron, what if I used your axe to chop you—
As Nimrod pondered, a thought crossed his mind, and the Brass Tooth vanished from his hand.
"My Legion is carrying out a pacification campaign on Garris. Father summoned me and ordered me to travel to Thule,